when the status quo frustrates.

Yet another creepy research study

Monday, November 12th, 2007

Pretend that you’re a journalist for the BBC. You’ve just seen the results of a scientific study on a group of women that shows a correlation between a large hip-to-waist ratio and high scores on cognitive tests. (Ignore, for a moment, the absurdity of doing such a study in the first place.) Now you’re going to report on that study. Which of these angles are you most likely to take?

• Fat deposits aren’t that bad for you: in fact, they may be linked to higher intelligence.
• Diet, which is linked to social class, affects performance on cognitive tests.
• Hey men! Curvy women are smarter. If you have sex with them, they’ll bear you smarter kids, which is apparently the primary purpose of women. Anyway, the main thing is that you don’t need to hide your fetish for chubby chicks anymore. Go get yourself one!

Click for the answer.

The other headlines on that page are also quite telling:

Sexy walks ‘keep men off scent’
Gaze ‘key to facial attraction’
‘Hormonal’ women most attractive
Attraction ‘determined by walk’
Slim waist holds sway in history
Hourglass figure fertility link

No one has anything more important to research or report on? Really?

Hat tip: Jenlight.

Sicko

Thursday, June 21st, 2007

Owing to the wonders of P2P leakage, I, like many of you, saw Michael Moore’s Sicko. Like most popular political documentaries (and recent Moore documentaries in particular), it doesn’t contain a lot of new information for anyone already participating in the reality-based community. In my case (as is the case for almost all Canadians), it was preaching to the converted, but it’s still important to see.

We’re proud of our universal health care system up here, but that’s no reason to get complacent. Canadians who favour an American-style private health care system are in a definite minority, but they have a well-funded and loud propaganda machine. The Fraser Institute, for example, a far-right think tank that favours health care privatization, pulls in $6.9 million in revenue a year. Its board members have included David Asper, whose family owns CanWest, Canada’s largest media corporation, which frequently reports that our health care system is in crisis. Recently, Torontonians have seen billboards and bus ads springing up around the city clamouring for “heath care reform.” While a politician who proposed an outright switch to a for-profit system would be committing political suicide, we are always at risk for a death by a thousand cuts. Sicko is a reminder of why we need to fight tooth and nail, not only to keep what we already have, but to push harder for an even better, even more inclusive system (the French one is looking pretty good).

Right-wing critics will call Sicko biased, but there’s no moral argument that can be made for a for-profit health care system. The portrait Moore paints of the American system is staggeringly dystopic: a woman who watches her toddler die because her insurance company won’t cover treatment in a non-approved hospital, an uninsured man forced to choose which one of his fingers he can have reattached, a disoriented elderly woman who can’t pay her bills who is put in a cab, still wearing her hospital gown and slippers, and dumped in front of a homeless shelter. Up here, we know that the American system is bad, but it’s not until we see these real stories from real people that we can appreciate how truly bad it is.

Americans are currently bound to their employers or insurance companies, at the mercy of what amounts to a lottery: Will I get sick? If I do get sick, will my insurance company pay for it? A long and complicated illness can bankrupt you, whether you have coverage or not. If you’re too sick to work, you lose your coverage. And insurance companies are inherently nasty: You pay them a premium, and they profit when you don’t get your money back. Combine this with a profit motive for health care providers (prolonged treatment rakes in more money than a cure), and you have a giant clusterfuck where the economic incentives conflict with saving people’s lives.

There’s a utilitarian argument for a private system that Moore hints at, and it’s a chilling one: a cowed population is easier to control than a free population. But how do you get the majority of Americans to agree to that arrangement? Moore argues, as others have, that efforts to humanize health care in America have failed largely because of Americans’ fear of socialism. These fears are easy enough to debunk, usually in a few sentences.

Argument 1: It costs too much.
No it doesn’t. America already spends more than countries with universal health care programs. Preventative medicine saves money, for one thing, and how can you prevent illness when you can’t afford the fee for regular check-ups?

Argument 2: But we’ll be drowning in taxes!
We do pay more taxes than Americans. But very few Canadians, if any, end up in debt for the rest of their lives because they couldn’t pay their taxes. Compare to the number of Americans who end up in debt for the rest of their lives because they can’t pay their medical bills. Everyone pays a bit more in taxes so that no one pays a lot more for health care.

Argument 3: With universal health care, you don’t get the freedom to choose your own doctor.
I don’t know why people get so upset about this one. For one thing, it isn’t accurate: My doctor was annoyingly uptight about my lifestyle choices, and inconveniently located, so I got another doctor. This process took under an hour. But even if it were true, isn’t it better to see a doctor you didn’t choose than to not be able to see a doctor at all?

Argument 4: Wait times kill patients!
Wait times vary according to region, but in urban areas, they really aren’t that bad. And it’s still preferable to not being able to see a doctor at all.

Argument 5: But…but…that’s socialism!
Doesn’t it sound better than what you’ve got now?

Given the choice between being filthy and being unnatural, can we trust women to make the right decision?

Thursday, May 24th, 2007

Via Amanda, ABC wins some sort of record for cramming the greatest amount of anxiety over menstruation possible into a single article. I was honestly shocked to go back up to the byline and discover that the damn thing had been written by a woman.

The curse. Aunt Flo. Riding the Crimson Wave. And, in British-bashing Australia, the red coats are coming! Women across the centuries have had names for their monthly “friend” — some laced with humor and many whispered in tones of taboo.


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Quite frankly, The Onion’s euphemisms were better.

I prefer “Falling to the communists”, but that’s just crazy little me, with my having been educated to a high-school level of biology and not projecting some kind of gender blood-magic to my monthly Mudslide in Crotch Canyon. But upon learning that women now have the option of not “Ordering l’Omelette Rouge” (oh man, this is fun!) some people’s minds immediately jumped to the obvious problem:

“There may be important health consequences that we don’t know about,” said Christine L. Hitchcock, an endocrinology researcher at the University of British Columbia. “I don’t think we understand everything that the menstrual cycle does well enough to say with confidence that you can abolish it and not have any consequences.”

I’m just kidding, Susan Donaldson James didn’t have that anywhere in her article. That was already covered by sane publications. Susan has more profound concerns:

It’s unclear whether women will embrace this new pill, which contains the same formulations of estrogen and progestin used for birth control pills for decades, but its arrival marks yet another step toward the blurring of the genders.

As 21st century women dominate the universities and continue to climb the executive ladder, and metro-sexual men explore their feminine side, it’s harder to define what it means to be a woman.

Shit, maybe if we hadn’t encouraged men to exfoliate or use mousse, we’d have enough wiggle room to play around with our “red dollar days.” But we did! We did get that degree and we did take the promotion and our husbands did get their backs waxed, and now woe! Woe befalls those who tamper with the last remaining distinction between men and women!

Look, I know that for some women, this is actually an issue, but it is clearly an individual woman issue, not a social issue. Put two extreme women side by side, one of whom thinks that “serving up the womb steak medium rare” puts her in some sort of life-affirming granola-fuck moon cycle woman thing*, and another that finds “trolling for vampires” to be an absolutely reprehensible experience. Can you tell, just by looking, the difference? Nope, they both look like women to me. Whew! That settles that. Or does it?

Most of us are in the middle, and will choose yay or nay based on how squicky the idea of not “rebooting the Ovarian Operating System” makes us feel. It would help, however, if certain *cough* journalists would refrain from doing this:

Lybrel, manufactured by Wyeth, stops the growth of the uterus, sending it into hibernation.

Or this:

But other women worry that taking Lybrel is tantamount to tampering with nature, and some doctors have warned that the pill is not 100 percent effective in preventing pregnancy, particularly for overweight women. Total bleeding stopped in only 80 percent of women in the trials, according to gynecologists. Iron retention can also be a side effect.

“I personally would not opt to take the pill,” said Erin Stahl, 28, an educational administrator in New Jersey. “I think it does seem a wee bit unnatural and physically frightening.

The first is just so inaccurate as to be mind-boggling. Unless it’s not, and my uterus is growing right now, in which case, holy crap! It’s about time someone made something to stop it before it eats my stomach or something. The second is a scare tactic disguised as legit medical information.

And someone please explain to me this complete non-sequitor:

Today, both men and women have different attitudes toward menstruation. Indie rock vocalist Ani DiFranco sings with 21st century attitude about her monthly cycle: “I woke up one morning covered in blood, like a war — like a warning that I live in a breakable takeable body.”

What in the fuck does that first sentence have to do with the rest of the paragraph? Ani DiFranco, as much as I love her, is only one woman. No other women or men are quoted at all, but hey, Ani provides a shocking quote, so maybe no one will notice, right?

So what stereotypes have we had so far? Let’s see, the ball-buster, the young idealist, the nervous woman…what’s left? Oh yeah, the really messed up:

“Someone else might choose to do this because she doesn’t want to menstruate because it makes her feel unfeminine,” (emphasis mine)

I don’t enjoy “playing banjo in Sgt. Zygote’s Ragtime Band” all that much, but it sure as hell ain’t because it makes me feel ‘unfeminine.’ Although it was kind of neat that Susan began this article tsk-tsking over how failing to “fly the red flag” might make us less of women, and ends with a quote about a hypothetical woman who would chose to stop that filthy, shameful cunt bleeding in order to feel more feminine. It’s a circle of misogyny so perfect it makes a grown woman weep.

*This is going to get me flamed with a vengance, I can just tell.

I Hate Eating, I’m Trying To Quit

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

Back for my weekly cry. Hold me.

Forgive me for being spare around here lately. I haven’t been well. As of this week my fellow trainees and I discovered at Customer Service Hell Co. that they plan on hiring a new batch of people next month — but they aren’t using a temp agency. Interesting, I thought. That means that with the three-month period I am employed by the temp agency and the six month probation period, I am not even eligible for benefits until the end of April 2007. The newest batch of trainees, however, will be eligible that March.

Let me tell you why this pisses me off.

1. I can’t eat,

2. because every time I eat I get an awful stomache ache that leaves me doubled-over in pain for several hours. This probably means I should see a doctor, especially since

3. I throw up every morning. Every fucking morning. However,

4. I can’t afford to go to a doctor because
a. I don’t have insurance,
b. I can’t take time off,
c. I currently owe over $300 to the local health network for receiving medical services I couldn’t pay for after I was shitcanned this year,
d. So if I see a doctor I have to pay for all services rendered at the time I receive them. This ain’t cheap.

5. I’m hungry, and I want to eat something, but I can’t unless I’m willing to put myself out of commission for a four hour block of time. Plus I get cranky when I’m hungry.

6. I’d go to the free clinic, but there is a six-month-long waiting list for adults.

7. Did I mention that any food I digest turns to poo stew in roughly twenty minutes?

Someone suggested that I may be allergic to gluten or wheat, which is a totally helpful comment since I can’t actually get to a doctor for an allergy test. So yeah. If anyone has a good IV stand they’re willing to sell me, leave a message in the comments.

Lips and Assholes Revolution

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006

Whether it be the meat or vegetarian kind, many of us have had a hot dog at some point in our lives. Sure, we’ve boiled or grilled them on occasion, but if we need to save time, we go for the zapper.

When microwaving a hot dog, I would wager your process goes something like this:

1) Remove hot dog from packaging
2) Microwave hot dog for 30 seconds
3) Remove bun from packaging
4) Place dog in bun
5) Add condiments
6) Scarf

Maybe you’ve taken to storing your buns in the freezer, which radically modifies the experience thusly:
1) Remove hot dog from packaging
2) Microwave hot dog for 30 seconds
3) Remove bun from packaging
4) Heat bun for 10 seconds
5) Place dog in bun
6) Add condiments
7) Scarf

This is an exceedingly detailed account of the process. Short of mentioning you should continue to breathe during the process, there is almost nothing I can add.

Based on the steps above, a single hot dog takes, at worst, about 45 seconds to prepare. Apparently, though, the people at Kraft consider that way too much time wasted in our workaday world, because now they’re bringing you Fast Franks.

Yes, folks, if you look carefully, that would be a hot dog and bun prepackaged together. I’d like to claim I made up their press release, but I can’t. This is actually what they had to say:

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John Wayne Fever: catch it!

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

Well duh:

When it comes to health, many men put their heads in the sand and deny symptoms for as long as possible. And when they can no longer pretend there is no problem, many grit their teeth and “tough it out” instead of getting prompt medical care. Call it the John Wayne Syndrome or the Ostrich Mentality—by any name, it’s an important contributor to the health gap.

Freakin’ Newsweek. They just loooove to take the fun out of being a man. If it were up to them, we’d be teat-sucking sissy babies our whole lives.

Yeah, yeah, you can flaunt the numbers showing men die a lot more often at every age level than women, that women live an average of 5 years longer, and that men get more diseases than women, but who would want to keep on living if you had to give up all your good qualities to keep on truckin’?

I don’t know what the girlie men of Newsweek are smoking in their baby bottles, but anything called the John Wayne Syndrome can’t be bad for you. What, are they accidentally worried about us being infected with stoic cool? Is an epidemic of indifferent badassery making its way across the land? If so, we better start standing on chairs and shrieking like a bunch of skirts because heaven forbid men stop shaving their balls and start living the cowboy life again.

[And if anyone says a word about Brokeback anything, I'll hogtie you myself. Well, I'll have to learn to hogtie, probably get a certificate or something, and then come after you, but when I do, you can bet the soul of the Duke will be lasso-ing you with me.]

Women and Newsweek pussies just don’t get it: men don’t like yammering. We can’t stand it.

Communication is for people too stupid or inefficient to say everything on their mind with a single raised eyebrow or cock of the head. And really, what else is there to say except I’m horny, I’m pissed, or I’m tired? Everything else is foo-foo whipped cream topping on the ribeye of life. And ribeye tastes like shit with whipped cream.

Thank god for surround sound and beer. Whenever anyone starts blabbing on and on about wanting a trial separation for blabbity-blah, you can always turn up the game volume. Even if your ears bleed, hers will, too, and that alone should make it worth it.

If your body won’t stop its whining and complaining, you can always apply the same principle. Quiet it down with a couple tallboys and a Jagrmeister chaser. Them kidneys can bark and bark and bark, and if they do, you can really give ‘em something to cry about. Hell, swallow some Drano if they get too ornery; that’ll show ‘em.

Being infected with the John Wayne Syndrome is like being infected with mana from heaven. You see through all the bullshit and live life like it was s’posed to be lived:
-listening to nobody and nothing, not even your body
-saying even less than that
-being the boss of everything around you, especially your body
-rejecting any and all sissification like four-eyes in white coats poking at you for money


Because, let’s face it, they aren’t going to make airbrush you into immortality wearing Banana Republic and talking about your prostate issues, are they?

Clawing my way slowly back to middle class

Saturday, August 12th, 2006

I’ve got health insurance again, for the first time in four or five years. You all know what that means! It’s time for a wasteful spree of unnecessary medical treatment! Anyone got any suggestions for some fun tests?

Ok, not really. It’s not that good of insurance, but it is infinitely preferable to no insurance and I’d like to extend my gratitude to previous graduate students who bitched and bitched and bitched at the University until they got a health insurance credit included in the graduate compensation package. It turned the premium for a year’s worth of coverage from laughable” to “affordable.” Thanks, guys.

You’re Telling Me

Thursday, August 10th, 2006

Work is bad for you:

Sydney University academic Dr Caroline West says while work delivers self-esteem, income and social ties, more than four to six hours a day will bring anxiety, exhaustion and a poor quality of life.

“We’ve structured our lives so the majority of our waking life is devoted to work, which might bring us more money but doesn’t make us more fulfilled,” Dr West said.

“So long as there’s a trend to work these really long hours you’ll continue to see the plateauing and decline of people’s wellbeing.”

I’ll forward this to my boss first thing tomorrow morning.

I’m so hip even my lunch is ironic

Monday, July 10th, 2006

For lunch today I took a TV dinner and a bottle of FUZE brand overpriced fruit drink, and it wasn’t until I was leaning against the counter waiting for the microwave to finish phase I of my lunch that it occured to me that I had paid a small premium for this dinner because it was “organic.” It wasn’t much of a premium-with my Giant Eagle card I think I paid maybe 30 or 50 cents more than I would have for a Stouffer’s or some Hot Pockets. But it was enough to make me aware that it was more – of course it cost more, it was “organic,” which is synonymous with “better,” right? I’m a better person because I buy organic food, where I can just assume that the chickens were treated somewhat properly, the cows were fed something not compeltely insane like, oh, chicken, and the produce saw nary an harsh chemical between the ground and my plastic microwave safe disposable plate. I paid 50 cents more for my TV dinner because that’s how much I care about our planet. You can send me a thank you card if you feel that you should.

But as my chic Ethnic Gourmet chicken chipotle whateverthefuck spun in the microwave, doubt gnawed at my soul. TV dinners are our most revered processed food, coming of age at a time when natural was not an issue and everything space-aged or techno-ed up was considered superior. They were never meant to be considered natural or organic, and it seems silly to think that pre-cooked food can hold its own against the rather harsh freezing/reheating process without some help. So why, when I was at the store last night, did “organic TV dinner” not sound like “organic cheez whiz” or “organic processed cheese food”?

I remembered that I had encountered this idea before and of course buying an organic tv dinner just meant that I purchased a false sense of moral superiority. I had essentially spent 50 cents on a license to be smug towards my fiance, who is less picky about his food and and is perfectly happy with some Van DeKamps “fish” or McDonalds. My diet is so much better than yours, I get to say. Really, it’s just, my diet is slightly more expensive than yours.

So I can’t assume a moral edge by buying from Giant Eagle’s organic section. Color me shocked. I can’t even assume there’s a lack of antibiotics or pesticides in the food anymore. And judging from the puddles of orange grease in my chicken corn spice glop this afternoon, I can no longer conflate organic with healthy if I’m going to be purchasing from the freezer section.

I get paid on Friday. I think it’s time to buy a membership to the food co-op and actually pay attention and think about what I eat. It’s the only way to renew my smug license.

Better eating through mathematics

Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006

I was standing in the express line at my local Acme the other day when I noticed that Women’s World promised to help me lose an ungodly amount of weight on the “Da Vinci Code Diet.” I was only able to glance at the article before it was my turn to pay for my three lunch-sized organic fruit juices, just enough time to see “phi” and “Golden ratio” and think, there can not possibly be a Da Vinci Code Diet.

And of course there isn’t, because that would be blatent copyright infringment. It’s just the Da Vinci Diet, and a Portland baker is about to take you people to the cleaners for what you did to his business when Atkins convinced you to be complete douchebags about carbs:

A baker who lost half his business to the low-carb craze has written a book based on the mathematical principles of the Golden Ratio, a formula used by Leonardo Da Vinci and made popular in the best seller, “The Da Vinci Code.”

Stephen Lanzalotta created what he called the “Da Vinci Diet” in response to the decline in bread consumption brought on by the popularity of the Atkins Diet. The diet consists mostly of Mediterranean foods, including bread, fish, cheese, vegetables, meat, nuts and wine.

Phi is one of those numbers, like e and pi that pops up again and again and is quite useful. The advantage that phi has over e and pi (besides, of course, it’s association with the currently bitchin’ Lenoardo Da Vinci) is that most people don’t ever see it. Unlike circles and exponents, really the only thing to do with phi in algebra or calc 1 is to show you a picture of a seashell with some boxes superimposed on it and go, look, phi. Cool, huh?

This means that phi never had a chance to piss you off. The Golden Ratio Diet will succeed where the Circumference Diet and the Exponential Decay Diet failed because while Math Is Hard (TM), Seashells Are Pretty.

His biggest sellers are now combination plates — typically bread or polenta, cheese, olives and braised chard or Italian coleslaw — featuring the basic mix of his diet: 20 percent protein, 52 percent carbohydrates and 28 percent fat.

Lanzalotta said his dietary regimen has helped him maintain a fit 160 pounds without giving up on the foods he loves.

Go play with this for awhile. Down at the bottom of the page there is a table which gives you appropriate ranges for the amounts of fat, protien and carbs you should likely be consuming. Let me know if the reccomendations from the government fall too far outside this magic ratio.

Now pause and reflect on a culture that doesn’t particularly like art or math or moderation but somehow is willing to fork over money (or so WB hopes, to the tune of a “six figure advance”) to be tricked by a fancy math term used by an artist into following the dietary reccomendations offered freely on the internet by both the FDA and people like the Nutrition Data people.

“What? Eat a balanced diet? That’s too hard. I’m gonna try this here Da Vinci Diet that I got at Border’s for 11.99. It says here that I have to adjust the amounts of different foods I eat to fit this ratio so they’re like, in balance and stuff. Maybe they’ll explain what that means when I get the DVD.”

Oh, it makes my head hurt.

His now famous Vitruvian Man drawing (represented on THE DIET CODE cover) of spread-eagled arms and legs bound by a circle revived a symbol tracing back 6000 years to Mesopotamia: the pentacle.
The ancient Greek mathematical school of Pythagoras (often credited with the earliest documented use of the Golden Ratio) saw such perfection in the pentacle they called it Hygeia, or health. It’s five elements even comprise the component recipe for bread! In medieval lore the pentacle stood for the five chivalric virtues of the Grail knights.

What does this have to do with weight loss? Everything!

In exploring the reaches of the Golden Ratio, Leonardo essentially applied ancient wisdom, revivifying ideas form even before the ancient Greeks and Egyptians….Now this universal math forms the foundation of The Diet Code, the diet most closely aligned with the human body, a diet designed the same way your body is – a diet as efficient and effective, as it is beautiful.

Remember kids: Ancient wisdom is better than modern guidelines, even when they’re exactly the same. It’s the same voodoo that makes anything Eastern (like tai chi or Buddism or anime) automatically better than anything Western – even the bastardized Westernified modernized Eastern or ancient wisdom is better than this.

Nutrition information in fun picture form

Sunday, May 21st, 2006

This is why I love the internets. Two health and fitness nuts who happen to know how to make databases and websites made this freakishly spectacular tool to help people appropriately analyize their food. I’ve been playing with it for about an hour so far and I haven’t even scratched the surface of its usefullness.

The site takes alot of the pain in the ass out of comparing similar foods. Now, I don’t have to spend four hours in the grocery store today with a pen and a piece of paper comparing my cheese and bread options. I can do the basic comparing at home and save the showing-up-in-person-with-a-notebook work for later, when I have a basic diet picked out.

You can pick a bunch of foods to compare which presents different qualities of the food in graph form and follows that with a quick summary about the pros and cons of the food. You can put in your age, sex, height, weight and level of activity to get an estimate of your daily caloric needs. You can click on a vitamin or mineral and get a page of the top foods that contain that substance. There’s even a page summarizing the purposes of different chemical food additives.

Make no mistake, paying this much attention to the food you eat is still a serious time-killer. However, this site makes the process quite a bit easier and more reasonable. I can spend a nice Sunday afternoon finding the nutritional densities of my most commonly eaten meals, adjust today’s grocery shopping accordingly, and barring computer catastrophe return to tweak the information next Sunday.

Damn you cheese! You will betray me.

Saturday, May 20th, 2006

Dairy products are found to increase a woman’s chances of having twins. Fuck you, ice cream. Why do you have to be so delicious?

A study in the Journal of Reproductive Medicine showed milk drinkers were five times more likely to have twins than women who ate no animal products.

I was thinking of decreasing my dairy and increasing my soy and rice milk intake just for the sake of my fat ass and my arteries. We’ll just consider this to be another log on that fire.

The effect is likely to be greater in countries such as the United States that allow growth hormones to be fed to cattle.

The researcher behind this study says that women thinking of getting pregnant might consider alternatives to meat and dairy products to reduce their chances of having twins, as multiple births are more prone to complications.

Perhaps I will spend the rest of the day perusing my small collection of vegetarian cookbooks. I am, after all, pre-pregnant, and fuck if I’m going to let the fetus-hungry military-industrial complex get a two-for-one deal from my uterus as a bonus feature to the hormoning up of my meat and eggs. And remind me to send Planned Parenthood a thank you card for all the ortho tricyclene. It is my last line of defense against the cheeseburger, apparantly.